Natural Fishing [Quick Transmigration]

Autumn dissolves the tender green leaves in the cool breeze, rolls up the falling leaves and petals and floats into the distance, and the withered gold dyes all over the ginkgo.

Late autumn came quietly, the sky was clear without a cloud.

The students in the classroom are listening to the class with full energy.

And Ning Ji fell silent while staring at the beauty gradually revealed by a few strokes.

Ning Ji learned painting since he was a child, but he never drew figures. He painted mountains, waters and landscapes, but he never drew people.

He doesn't like drawing people, but what he is drawing now is not a person, but a little ghost whose name is unknown.

Goblin.

Ning Ji recited a sentence in his mouth silently, the curvature of the corners of his lips was barely visible.

In the classroom, the teacher was talking about the boring learning content at the top of his voice, and the students were about to fall asleep.

A girl lowered her voice, patted her deskmate and asked: "I heard that we are going to the studio in Building No. 14 again in the afternoon class? Isn't that the ghost story you told halfway last time? "

"By the way, I didn't finish talking last time. Now it's exactly noon and I want to hear it again."

Ning Ji frowned, and cast his gaze in that direction without any trace.

The classmate almost fell asleep when he heard it. He glanced around and saw the sunshine outside, which made his body warm, so he started talking: "It's a senior named Yu Hua who died in that studio. Pass."

"This happened two years ago. It seems that he was accidentally locked inside. He stayed inside for one night. When the administrator opened the door the next day, he saw his dead body."

"So scary?!" The girl shivered in fright. "No wonder I always felt cold when I stayed there last time. Why did the teacher let us go there to paint?"

"The death is so miserable, won't it turn into some evil ghost?"

"Shhhhh, the sky is bright and bright, don't talk nonsense..."

The voice in the classroom increased slightly, making Ning Ji frown.

He suddenly remembered something. He had discovered heresy when he was in the studio before, but he didn't pay attention at that time.

At this moment, Ning Ji was thinking, what is that little ghost doing now?

If he breaks that formation, the little demon can leave him at will.

Ning Ji frowned, he didn't like uncontrolled things.

That little ghost separated from him on purpose, what did he want to do alone?

The harsh and sharp sound of the bell for the end of get out of class pierced the drowsiness, and there was a sporadic sound of sitting up in the classroom.

Ning Ji raised his eyes, passed through countless figures, and looked at the boy standing outside the door waving at him.

The little ghost is here.

The other person in the classroom looked a little ugly, and the tall man was frighteningly tall when he stood up.

Jiang Xiao glanced at the little ghost outside the door, and saw Ning Ji looking at the little ghost outside the door with a slightly soft expression.

Jiang Xiao frowned, thinking, when did Ning Ji meet the little demon outside the door?

Why is this little ghost so close to Ning Ji?Jiang Xiao's expression was a little grim.

"Brother Jiang, Brother Jiang, you..."

"Brother Jiang, are you still leaving?"

The friends around him are urging Jiang Xiao to leave the classroom. They usually don't eat in the school cafeteria, but go to restaurants outside the school.

Jiang Xiao is different from his elder brother Ning Ji, he is picky about ink marks, he doesn't choose accommodation, and he never eats in the cafeteria.

Although Jiang Xiao and Ning Ji are brothers, they are not close, nor do they have a clingy personality. The two brothers did not communicate much when they were in school.

"You guys go, I have something else to do." Seeing Ning Ji's intimate back with the evil ghost, Jiang Xiao gritted his teeth, impatiently passed the group of second-generation ancestor friends and followed.

A second-generation ancestor came back to his senses and shouted behind Jiang Xiao: "Ah? Brother Jiang, what do you have for lunch?"

"Shall we bring you something?"

Jiang Xiao's back was arrogant and impatient, striding forward, impatiently waving his hands behind him without even turning his head.

His thick eyebrows were pressed down, he walked with wind, and his jacket was blown up by the wind, but he was thinking in his heart.

What's the matter with this little ghost, why did he go to hook up with his brother?

He is obviously much stronger than Ning Ji.

If you want to find a backer, you should also find him.

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